Fors Clavigera (Volume 5 of 8): Letters to the workmen and labourers of Great BritainRuskin, John
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Fors Clavigera (Volume 5 of 8): Letters to the workmen and labourers of Great Britain
Ruskin, John
Aesthetics; Conduct of life; Great Britain -- Social conditions -- 19th century; Social problems; Working class -- Great Britain
it that we, the incredulous sheep, see no signs following them that
believe;—that though they can communicate the Holy Spirit, they cannot
excommunicate the unholy one, and apologetically leave the healing of
sick to the physician, the taking up of serpents to the juggler, and
the moving of mountains to the railway-navvy?
“It was never meant that any one should do such things literally, after
St. Paul’s time.”
Then what was meant, and what is, doctors mine?
Challenge enough, for this time, it seems to me; the rather that just
as I finish writing it, I receive a challenge myself, requiring
attentive answer. Fors could not have brought it me at better time. The
reader will find it the first in the Notes and Correspondence of this
year; and my answer may both meet the doubts of many readers who would
not so frankly have expressed them; and contain some definitions of
principle which are necessary for our future work.
My correspondent, referring to my complaint that no matron nor maid of
England had yet joined the St. George’s Company, answers, for her own
part, first that her husband and family prevent her from doing it;
secondly, that she has done it already; thirdly, that she will do it
when I do it myself. It is only to the third of these pleas that I at
present reply.
She tells me, first, that I have not joined the St. George’s Company
because I have no home. It is too true. But that is because my father,
and mother, and nurse, are dead; because the woman I hoped would have
been my wife is dying; and because the place where I would fain have
stayed to remember all of them, was rendered physically uninhabitable
to me by the violence of my neighbours;—that is to say, by their
destroying the fields I needed to think in, and the light I needed to
work by. Nevertheless, I have, under these conditions, done the best
thing possible to me—bought a piece of land on which I could live in
peace; and on that land, wild when I bought it, have already made, not
only one garden, but two, to match against my correspondent’s; nor that
without help from children who, though not mine, have been cared for as
if they were.
Secondly; my correspondent tells me that my duty is to stay at home,
instead of dating from places which are a dream of delight to her, and
which, therefore, she concludes, must be a reality of delight to me.
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